Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 43
"He can set up his own studio."

Um?studio?Is this what Wen Siheng tried to say several times before?

Seeing Jian Anran's bewildered face, the dean asked, "Didn't Mr. Wen tell you about this?"

Jian Anran hastily denied it: "He mentioned it a while ago, but he didn't expect it to be approved so soon."

"Yes, the college is very supportive of teachers' creation of various projects. You young people work hard! I will leave first." The dean said with a smile.

When receiving a call from Yang Yahui a few days ago, Wen Siheng was a little surprised.

Since their parents met, it seems that they haven't participated in each other's life much. This is the first time Yang Yahui contacted him.

The voice on the other end of the phone hesitated.

"How are you all these days?" Yang Yahui asked tentatively.

"Auntie, everything is fine."

"It's fine." The other end of the phone was silent for a long time before speaking again, "What about An Ran? Did An Ran go back and say something recently?"

"Anran?" Wen Siheng was at a loss, recalling those few days, her mood was indeed not right, she left early and returned late, and was evasive about her itinerary.

"She's fine too." Wen Siheng said after thinking for a moment.

"Then your burden won't be too heavy?" Yang Yahui asked cautiously.

"Burden? Auntie, don't worry, I don't have any burden here." As long as the other party was worried about his financial level, Wen Siheng didn't think much about it.

"Okay, it's good that there is no burden." The other end of the phone looked relieved.

"We have all told An Ran that you are a very capable young man, and we, as elders, trust you a lot."

"She has to lose her temper over there. If you want me to say, the next thing is for you two. How can there be any reason for the father-in-law and mother-in-law to pay the girl for living expenses?"

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The other end of the phone chatted for a long time, it was nothing more than some parents' short talk, Wen Siheng didn't care to listen, and only heard the word "living expenses".

Jian Anran's recent weird behavior is clear at a glance.

It turned out that there was no living expenses.

He had thought that she was going to start drawing a line.

Knowing that the other party is arrogant and has strong self-esteem, if she proposes that he should be responsible for her living expenses in the future, Jian Anran will definitely not accept it.

After working overtime on the project, Wen Siheng immediately called the dean.

I didn't expect the studio's approval process to be so fast, and the process was completed in less than a week, which was very efficient.

I have to remember that when I was in the UK as an undergraduate, Wen Siheng and his friends went to Regent Street to see the angel lights during Christmas.

When I returned to the dormitory, I found that the backpack had been cut a big hole. The wallet and other overcoats were safe and sound, but the student card on the outermost compartment of the backpack had been dropped.

It took almost two and a half months before and after the re-approval. Since then, he has approved the ptsd for the school's process.

studio?Jian Anran on this side has just learned that she has to feel once again that as a carbon-based creature, there is still a bit of a gap between people.

The other party was six years older than her. Not only did she graduate with a Ph.D., but she also set up her own studio as a supervisor of a master's degree.

"Go back and read the book thoroughly!" Jian Anran silently made up her mind.

"What's the matter? What did the dean say?" As soon as she entered the office, Mi Yingying came over and asked curiously.

"The dean said that the teacher is going to set up his own studio."

"That's it." Mi Yingying suddenly realized, she didn't look surprised.

"Senior sister knows?"

Mi Yingying patted Jian Anran on the shoulder with an expression of "You don't understand this, don't you?"

"The teachers in our college more or less have their own studios. Last time we had dinner together, we were speculating when Professor Wen would be established."

"So it is," Jian Anran nodded.

I have vaguely heard the saying that undergraduates in the architectural field are not even worthy of participating in the design process.

Seeing how Mi Yingying was rubbing her hands and preparing to do a big job after hearing that Wen Siheng had set up a studio, Jian Anran didn't have too high expectations for herself.

The year as an office assistant is over, and it probably won't be my turn to do such a thing.

Wen Siheng finally returned to the office when he was about to get off work. After experiencing this wave of farce, everyone couldn't help but glanced behind his tall figure curiously.

Gao Feng and Xiangyi did not follow back.

After he returned to the small office inside the glass door, Jian Anran immediately followed him with small steps.

Knocking on the glass door politely, pushing the door open, Jian Anran stood at the door and said, "Teacher, the dean came to see you just now."

Wen Siheng raised his eyelids and signaled her to close the door.

"How is the part-time job in the coffee shop?" The other party cut to the point.

"Ah?" Jian Anran was a little at a loss when she didn't expect the other party's direct attack. How did he know?
"My aunt told me all about it."

"When did my mother contact you?"

Since she came out of the house that day, Jian Anran hung up on Yang Yahui's phone several times, but she didn't expect that she would bypass her and call Wen Siheng.

"Not long ago."

"How did you know about the coffee shop?" She was a little shocked when she suddenly remembered something, "Xiangyi?"

The other party nodded slightly to confirm this guess.

"I drank the coffee you made a few days ago, it was really delicious." He casually wrapped his index finger around the tie.

"It's not a bad thing to have a part-time job outside the industry, but if the future development direction is still in architecture, it's good to participate in some projects to accumulate experience during the undergraduate period."

"You said this in such a big circle." Jian Anran sat down and put her hands on the table. "Do you want me to quit my part-time job and enter your studio?"

He said "hmm" and looked up into her eyes.

"Hmm." Pretending to be in deep thought, Jian Anran frowned slightly, "Let me think about it."

Then he pushed the door and walked out, leaving Wen Siheng in place with a face of "I didn't say something well".

After taking the subway back, she took a long hot shower, opened the shower head, and stared at the dripping water dripping on her skin.

Once lost in thought, she forgot whether she had applied the shower gel or not, so she stretched out her hand and pressed the shower gel again.

After taking a shower, she changed into her out clothes again.

Walking into the cloakroom, Jane Anran dug out all over her pockets and finally found two coins that fell out of nowhere.

At ten o'clock in the evening, she took the bus back to school again.

The teaching area is pitch-black, only the architecture department building is brightly lit.

It is normal for architectural students to catch up with drawings and models in the department building, so she walked into the department building and pressed the elevator.

The other seniors and sisters in the office have already left, and only the light in Wen Siheng's small office is still on through the glass.

Without knocking, she pulled the handle open.

A strong smell of mints came to the nostrils. Wen Siheng usually does not smoke or drink alcohol. When he is busy with the project, he prepares a large box of mints to refresh himself.

"Why are you back?" Wen Siheng raised his heavy eyelids, looking a little tired.

"I took two yuan to go out today." Jian Anran said without beginning or end.

"Huh?" Wen Siheng was puzzled.

"I originally planned to take the bus for one yuan to see you, and one yuan for the bus to go home."

"But now it costs two yuan to take the bus. It seems that I can only stay with you for one night."

(End of this chapter)